“Damn it! Smoker Samb is the Mole of the Knights of the Cross!”

The truth of the whole affair replayed in Suren’s mind, and the more he thought about it, the more the clues aligned.

If Miller wasn't a genuine mole, then the one who could instruct him to kill the prisoners was most likely a senior officer.

Although there were a few Knights of the Cross officers who hadn't left the city back then, no one else would suspect this veteran with a distinguished service record.

But the secret that Kai had told him earlier made Suren immediately certain that Smoker was the mole!

Suren was certain that Kai knew nothing about it, so... now that he had been led away, was it possible that Smoker truly valued his talent and intended to spare his life?

Although he didn’t know what Kai would encounter after being led away, that wasn’t what Suren needed to think about now.

He was very clear that once the *Isaac's Alchemy Manuscript* was really in this batch of goods, the moment it was found would be the death knell for everyone in the warehouse!

...

Perhaps the other party only wanted the goods and wasn't planning to kill anyone?

No.

Suren didn’t harbor any wishful thinking because he had already sensed the killing intent.

He scanned the layout of the warehouse again and suddenly felt that the situation was very bad.

Their position was in the center of the warehouse. If the enemies outside the warehouse doors rushed in, they would be met with a crossfire from all directions.

Even using the carriages as cover would only delay their death.

Suren felt that the other merchant employees probably weren't a big problem, but the old butler currently rummaging through the handscrolls definitely was.

Suren had originally thought that the vague sense of aversion he felt was the inherent superiority of an inner-city person looking down on an outer-city person, but now he realized that it was a concealed murderous intent.

Thinking of this, Suren slowly moved over and, under the pretense of helping, squeezed into the carriage. Although this carriage wasn't a special explosion-proof carriage, it could still greatly resist bullet fire.

At this moment, the old butler was still rummaging through a pile of books.

Suddenly, he picked up a thick tome with a black gold-stamped cover, and his expression subtly changed as if he had discovered some kind of marking.

Just then, the old butler made a seemingly normal move: he took off his hat.

Suren had been paying attention to this guy’s every move all along, and when he saw this, his pupils suddenly contracted.

This guy was sending a signal!

Seeing this, he didn’t wait any longer and took the initiative to ask, "Butler Jackson, have you found what you were looking for?"

The old butler’s expression changed abruptly upon hearing this, and he looked at Suren in the carriage with a stunned gaze.

In that instant, the aversion Suren felt suddenly turned into a needle-like “killing intent”!

Almost as soon as he sensed the killing intent, Suren didn’t give the old butler any chance to make trouble. He drew the flintlock pistol from his waist like lightning and blew the old butler’s head apart with a "Bang!"

Killed on the spot.

...

Suren’s sudden act of killing stunned everyone, whether it was the Knights of the Cross escorting the goods or the merchant employees who had come with the old butler.

Looking at the corpse with its head blown open in front of them, everyone thought Suren had gone mad. They were just about to open their mouths to reprimand him when they saw Suren throw out several smoke grenades, which burst open with dull thuds.

"Damn it, what are you doing!"

"Have you gone crazy!"

"..."

A series of angry curses rang out, only to suddenly stop abruptly.

Because before the smoke could completely obscure their vision, the warehouse door was suddenly kicked open with great force.

A group of black-clothed men wearing checkered suits, vests, gloves, and newsboy caps filed in, holding "Black Wheel Submachine Guns" and, without saying a word, unleashed a hail of gunfire at the convoy in the center of the warehouse!

Da, da, da...

More than a dozen machine guns fired in unison, and the dozen or so people standing next to the trucks didn’t even have time to react before they were riddled with holes.

More than ten seconds later, the bullets in the drums ran out, and the sound of reloading echoed in the warehouse.

The black-clothed men were obviously well-trained. Seeing the billowing smoke, they guessed that the enemy might seize the opportunity during the reloading interval. A portion of them reloaded, while the other portion directly drew their handguns from their waists, aiming cautiously as they converged on the truck amidst the smoke.

Deep inside the truck carriage, Suren, hiding behind a metal sculpture, was silently calculating something in his mind: "Three in front, five on the flanks, eight in the direction of the truck's front..."

He clearly heard the direction of the enemy's footsteps and suddenly launched an attack.

Gunfire suddenly erupted from the smoke.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Three consecutive, rapid gunshots rang out, and the three black-clothed men who were closing in on the truck carriage from the front were precisely hit before they could even see a figure.

The group of black-clothed men were caught off guard but returned fire, unleashing a covering barrage into the mist.

In the next instant, a blurry shadow of an eight-armed monster suddenly rushed out of the smoke.

The two black-clothed men who had just gathered around, intending to block off the truck carriage, didn't even see what it was before they were pierced through the chest by two Spider Spears and died on the spot!

The black-clothed men instantly reacted and wanted to focus their fire to eliminate Suren, but Suren, using the Eight-Armed Spider Spears to move around, didn't let his hands rest, returning fire as well.

*Malice Perception* allowed him to precisely pinpoint the position of the enemy gunmen, and he continuously pulled the trigger to kill.

Bang, bang, bang...

The two sides exchanged fierce fire, and the sound of gunfire echoed in the empty warehouse, a muffled roar.

If this were in the outer city, it would have been easy for Suren to kill these dozen or so gunmen and break through the encirclement. After all, the reaction speed and marksmanship of ordinary people posed an extremely limited threat to him now.

But!

The bullets that would have been enough to kill ten gang gunmen in the outer city only killed one person. The other bullets either missed, or the guys narrowly avoided them, only hitting non-fatal areas...

"They're all Professionals!"

Seeing this, Suren felt even more alarmed. He had no intention of fighting head-on, retreating while firing. The Eight-Armed Spider Spears vibrated at a high frequency, creating a blur in his movements.

He didn't dare rush out of the warehouse door but instead headed straight for a nearby load-bearing pillar, climbing up with the Eight-Armed Spider Spears in a flash.

At this moment, the Eight-Armed Spider Spear implant was displaying its amazing escape effectiveness, climbing walls and poles as if walking on flat ground.

........

Suren's preemptive strike had already caught this group of black-clothed men off guard.

After he rushed out of the carriage, he revealed his extraordinary spider implant and precise marksmanship, causing a soft exclamation to be heard among the black-clothed men.

They thought that the interception, which they had been so sure of, had resulted in five deaths and three injuries at the first encounter?

Weren't they saying that there was only one Professional in the convoy?

What was the situation with this Spider-Man?

Also, when did such a powerful Tier 1 Professional appear in the outer city?

Although many questions arose, the black-clothed man's leader's hand movements didn't slow down.

"Heh, how could I let you escape!"

As a contemptuous look flashed in his eyes, the warlock's seals had already been formed with both hands.

In the next instant, a deep blue hexagram alchemy array lit up beneath his feet. The moment this array's radiance appeared, the huge warehouse suddenly felt as if a cold wave had descended, and the temperature plummeted.

At this moment, Suren, who was winding around the iron pillar, was still trying his best to avoid being hit by bullets, occasionally firing a few shots to make the black-clothed men dodge and flee.

But just then, he caught sight of the guy with the hexagram array lit up beneath his feet out of the corner of his eye, and his heart tensed, realizing that things were bad: "Tier 2 Professional!"

Such complex warlock seals, just looking at the starting position, knew it was a Tier 2 spell.

Which meant that this guy was definitely a Tier 2 Professional!

Moreover, this Tier 2 ice spell didn't look simple. Suren not only felt the air temperature drop sharply, but the feeling of being enveloped by death made the hair on his entire body stand on end.

Without hesitation, Suren raised his hand and fired two overlapping shots at the guy.

He wanted to interrupt the opponent's spellcasting.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

After the two gunshots, he didn't continue to fire whether he hit him or not. Instead, he turned his gun and fired several shots at the glass roof above his head, blasting a large hole in a piece of glass next to the load-bearing pillar.

Seeing that the opponent had cast an ice-type spell, he instinctively thought of a way to deal with it, put away his dual guns, and rapidly formed warlock seals with both hands.

.......

But those who could advance to Tier 2 Professionals were by no means mediocre. Even those in the magic system had enough experience in dealing with gunmen.

The black-clothed man's leader saw Suren's gun pointed at him, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A thought flashed through his mind: "The overlapping shot technique... the outer city gang actually has such a firearms expert. This guy really knows how to give people surprises. Heh, maybe he's even a wanted criminal from the organization..."

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, he watched the gun pointed at him spit out fire, without dodging or evading. Almost at the same time, the bullet hit his forehead.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

Two crisp sounds rang out, the bullet ricocheted, and a rune flashed, splashing a momentary ice flower.

The black-clothed man was unharmed. This was clearly not real skin but a layer of frost armor implant!

In the instant after being hit, this black-clothed man's warlock seals were completed, and he whispered, "Alchemy Art - Absolute Frost!"

As the warlock seals were completed, a frost-flower path, like a white snake, spread out from the alchemy array under his feet, rushing toward the nearby weighing steel pillar at lightning speed.

........

"Such fast casting speed!"

Suren didn't expect these two shots to do anything to that ice-type warlock, but he didn't expect that this guy would actually use his head to take the hit.

Since he couldn't stop the opponent from casting the spell, he could only watch helplessly as the biting frost instantly spread across the iron pillar he was climbing.

He could see that he was still more than ten meters away from reaching the roof, but at this moment, he suddenly found that the Spider Spears clinging to the iron wall were becoming increasingly difficult to pull away, as if they had stepped on glue.

Looking closer, he saw that the entire iron pillar under his feet was covered with a layer of frost, which was getting thicker and thicker.

Almost instantly, the eight Spider Spears were not only difficult to lift, but were completely glued to the iron wall as soon as they touched it.

Seeing that Suren was about to be completely frozen on it and unable to move, the black-clothed man's leader seemed to feel that victory was in his grasp and shouted, "Take him alive!"

.......

The sound of gunfire instantly died down by more than half, but Suren was also given a chance to catch his breath!

Because at this moment, the last warlock seal he had been forming in his hands was also completed.

Just as the frost was about to cross the Spider Spears and spread to his body, a layer of blue-purple cold flames suddenly burst out from Suren's body!

As soon as the cold flames appeared, the frost on the Eight-Armed Spider Spears was instantly melted, and he leaped up, reaching the roof in one bound and disappearing from the sight of the group of black-clothed men.

"Huh..."

Upon seeing this, the black-clothed leader was stunned.

Looking at the cold flames, a solemn expression appeared on his face: "The Williams family's unique alchemy secret method, 'Mystery - Mu Shi'? How could a gang in the outer city possibly know it? A firearms expert, a Spider Arm implant, and even Mu Shi, what is this guy's background... Could he be someone from that organization?"

Thinking of this, he immediately took out his communicator and shouted sternly, "Attention all units, a B-level emergency order is now being issued. A full-scale search is to be conducted for a fleeing suspect, whose physical characteristics are as follows... The security team is to investigate suspicious personnel in the district, and the city guard is to strictly verify the identity of every person leaving the city. The suspect has the strength of a near Tier 2 Professional, and all units must be cautious and try to capture him alive!"

Seeing Suren escape, several black-clothed men chased after him.

The remaining people, however, were rummaging through the pile of items they had broken earlier, seemingly trying to find something.

Someone reported: "Boss, the item isn't here!"

Hearing this, the black-clothed man's face became even more gloomy.